Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ivory Coast and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Curtis Mayfield to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moby Grape,
Tim Buckley,
H. Thieme,
Scientists,
T.S.O.L.,
Byron Stingily,
Black Moon,
K-Klass,
Public Enemy,
Suburban Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Happenings,
Gong,
The Mummies,
Swans,
Soft Machine,
Lakeside,
Pussy Galore,
Clear Light,
Blake Baxter,
The Star Department,
Black Sheep,
Altered Images,
Buzzcocks,
Rapeman,
Steve Hackett,
The Modern Lovers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angry Samoans,
Average White Band,
Lungfish,
The Selecter,
Radiohead,
The Raincoats,
Subhumans,
Gichy Dan,
Carl Craig,
Gang Starr,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiopuhelimet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Barry Ungar,
Rod Modell,
Robert Hood,
Hasil Adkins,
Agitation Free,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Japan,
A Certain Ratio,
Groovy Waters,
Eli Mardock,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.